"Last time on Total Drama Revenge of the Island!" Chris began in an excited voice. "Can you say fallout? Because we got fallout! The entire house was alight with arguments, strategy, and brain bending plays to get every other person out of the game. Gwen and Violet did damage control with our lovable lamebrain Lindsay to little levels of levity. Quentin helped our big friendly oaf get out of the closet even if the two still have some friction. Mike got a little closer with Gwen even as he and Lindsay solidified their closer bonds. Lightning and Jo reaffirmed their partnership as the two central jocks. All of this came to a head at the immunity challenge, where our resident security shark finally got a date he's been working so hard for. Congratulations to him and his… partner? Girlfriend? Boyfriend? I don't know, congrats. And an even more relevant congratulations to Jo, for winning immunity. Even as Quentin garnered four of the eight votes to send him home, his quick usage of the Hidden Chris Idol instead put a major spanner in the works to send our pessimistic goth home. Seven remain in what'll be another high flying high energy episode. Who will remain in the fight for a million dollars on TOTAL! DRAMA! REVENGE OF THE ISLAND! "

Theme song

Confessional, Violet

Like any video game, characters are going to die seemingly at random. Gwen was one of those characters.. And just like any video game you keep moving forward despite this, and adjust your gameplay accordingly. This isn't a video game, but it is still a game.

The campers walked through the door of the fancy cabin. Just when it seemed like Quentin and Jo were getting riled up for another argument, Owen shouted first as they all walked into the kitchen/living area. "EVERYONE! I have a big announcement. Last night, I talked with Quentin, and I learned that you're allowed to like both guys and girls! That means I am BISEXUAL! IT FEELS SO GOOD TO SAY THAT I LIKE LADIES AND GUYS! IT MAY BE A SURPRISE BUT I SEE THAT'S JUST ME AND I DON'T EVEN HAVE TO TRY!"

Lightning and Jo shared glances with each other, Violet shrugged, Mike and Lindsay tilted their heads, and Quentin gave a half smile. "Good on you Owen," Quentin said.

"Lightning don't judge," Lightning agreed.

"It's cool dude," Lindsay said. "I know like two bisexuals back home."

The tension successfully diffused, the campers started going into the kitchen and making food. "THat's it?" Owen asked a nearby Violet.

"Dude, it's not a big deal. I'm bi and I'm glad you came out but I think we still have to focus on the million," Violet explained.

"Oh," Owen nodded. "That's it?"

"Yeah big guy, let's make some food," Violet guided Owen into the pantry.

Confessional, Owen

Wow, that went smooth

Confessional, Jo

Bisexual shmysexual, who cares? We're in this for a million! Not to say the big guy doesn't deserve to live how he wants but there's more pressing matters right now!

Lindsay stood at the kitchen sink as she ran a cup under some water. She looked around for others coming in as she continued to empty the cup. Paying little attention she dropped the cup in the sink, turned off the water, and walked outside, wondering where her allies could be. Her thoughts were answered when she turned into the foyer and saw Quentin pacing around. "So I'm safe," Quentin said as he ran up to the blond.

"Barely! We don't have much of a leg to stand on," Lindsay pointed out. "My fake and your real are gone! I don't think we'll survive another vote if we don't get immune somehow."

"Then who can we work with?" Quentin asked as they trotted up the stairs, making sure to stomp to ensure no one would listen.

"Best I can tell is… I don't know… no one really has the majority."

"You have a point," Quentin acknowledged. "Who do you want to join us?"

"Truth be told," Lindsay started. "Mike."

Quentin started to object before Lindsay nodded. "I hear you," she said. "But if you just talk to him we'll find out where he comes from. Besides, he has DID, who knows how in control he was."

"Okay but if he pulls that line as a defense or a terrible excuse I don't think we should work with him."

"Gotcha," Lindsay said as she walked into the bathroom. "Oh, I saw Mike walk into one of the rooms downstairs, I gotta get started on my skincare."

Confessional, Lindsay

…Now that I'm actually using my strategizing muscles they seem so much stronger! I didn't think I'd be playing like this in the merge but I just need one guaranteed ally and to keep floating. Drawing in others can help out but boy I have a headache and I really need the time to cool off.

Confessional, Quentin

My hopes really are lying on that noodle huh?

Mike sat at a table in one of the many rooms of the first floor, sketching out something with a book and a piece of paper. Not much could be discerned as he crumpled up that piece of paper and threw it away. He put his head to his hands and groaned. "Dude, don't litter," a deep voice said as they walked in.

"Hi Quentin, I didn't expect you to be up late," Mike mentioned. "But I've been meaning to talk to you about-"

"Yeah… your DID and you hate criming me," Quentin said as he crossed his arms in the doorway. "What was all that about?"

"Well…you know… how… umm…" Quentin glanced at the clock in what looked like the drawing room as Mike stammered. "Here, let me draw it out…"

Quentin stood over Mike as he drew upside down and tried his best to explain the situation. "Chester," Mike drew himself with a closed eye and a hunchback. "Svetlana," Mike again drew himself as a woman with a small chest and lipstick and eyeshadow around his eyes. "Vito," Mike slicked back his hair in the next drawing and drew his surprisingly toned chest. "And Manitoba," Mike started as he added the hat. "They came because, well, I didn't have the best childhood. It's a long backstory that would bump up the rating of this show. The best I can say is…. they're all mentors of mine I think… Chester, my grandpa, Svetlana, a passionate gymnast coach, Vito, my uncle, and Manitoba is an Australian tour guide."

"So you adopt their mannerisms when you're in distress?" Quentin tried to put it together. "And that distress comes in…"

"I can't really explain it but that's the gist," Mike shrugged. "So I do have Italian parts of my family and right now my uncle Vito is the most… well… guido? Guido of them. He's okay with gay rights but he's still casually homophobic. I don't know what will happen but I think my… Identities…. Amplify them. I shouldn't have called you any of those slurs whatsoever but it's not something I'm in control of yet."

Quentin and Mike stared at each other. "I don't think I'll fully understand it but at least I have an explanation. Sounds like you regret it, so I do hope you can get the control you need. You understand why I'm pissed though, right?"

"Of course!" Mike nodded frantically. "Trust me," Mike held up his shirt to reveal an undershirt securely strapped with a belt on. "I'm trying not to let him out."

"Good luck with that, and I'm glad we came to an understanding."

"Me too Quentin," Mike said as Quentin walked off.

Confessional, Mike

I hope that we came to an understanding. I can deal with Chester and I'd rather have Svetlana and Manitoba out. Vito… yeah for the most part he's the most common and worst problem of the lot of them. Especially with Quentin.

Confessional, Quentin

I don't totally get it. But the best I can do is be understanding and accepting. But if it happens again…. I may not be as forgiving.

The sun rose on Camp Wawanakwa with a gentle haze. The campers stirred to life and made their way downstairs. First down? Violet, who stood in front of the pantry and opened it up. She sighed sadly as she grabbed some cereal. "Dammit Gwen," she mumbled to herself.

"She's not here," she heard a high voice reply.

"Hey," Violet said tiredly. "You know, a part of me doesn't get it. Why Gwen? How'd she get the numbers to go home? If Quentin would have gone home and I got at least one vote then that means at least four of them should have gone to Quentin and three of them should have gone to Gwen."

"Why do you think you had a vote?" Lindsay innocently asked.

"Chris started talking about why I would go home. In these shows the host usually gives a reason like that for exposition for the audience. I can't be sure why he needed to unless a blindside was bound to happen."

Lindsay turned on a kettle. "But that's wrong," she mused as the smell of tea started permeating. "Tea?" Violet shook her head. "This season Quentin told me that when DJ, VanGendernonbinary, and Jo were the last three to get a marshmallow Chris announced that DJ got no votes. He could have done the same with you, Quentin, and Gwen last night."

"But it doesn't make sense," Violet declared.

"Chris doesn't make sense. Yesterday we helped a shark for his date. Does that make sense?"

"No…I don't think so."

"Exactly. I don't think you got a vote last night," Lindsay reassured.

Confessional, Violet

Lindsay and Quentin have at least B+ affinity, that much I'm sure of. So I think Lindsay voted with Quentin. After what happened I don't blame her. Now assuming she's right then me, Mike, Jo, Gwen, Lightning, and Owen all voted for Quentin. Yeah that makes sense. I guess Chris just wanted to save the best for last or something like that.

Confessional, Lindsay

I can't believe that worked!

At the table, Quentin sat playing with a pile of prepackaged jam packets and arranged them in miscellaneous shapes as he poked at his breakfast of eggs, rice, and sausages. He paid no mind even as Lightning sat next to him with his own plate of eggs, bacon, and protein pancakes. "Sha-"

"Shut up," Quentin replied tersely. "I'm still in a bad mood."

"I could tell bud," Lightning replied. "But you and I were cool right? Before the merge? You and I really worked together and…well.. We made sacrifices together right?"

"You could say that," Quentin said as he chomped into a sausage. "What's the point?"

"I mean our success wouldn't have been possible if we didn't ally with Jo in the beginning, considering we're all sha-jocks. Just because Jo and you aren't gonna get together doesn't mean you can't work things out."

Quentin sat for a moment as he brought out the prepackaged jam packets once again. He divided them up to the best of his ability. "I got the most votes last night. Chris said that I would have gone home, so I had to have received at least four votes but no more than eight. I voted for Gwen. Lindsay voted for Gwen. That much is certain. That's at least six votes up in the air and I can guarantee you voted for me."

"Even if that's the truth," Lightning started. "That was just for one vote. We can't let silly divisions like this-"

"Do you hear yourself?" Quentin interrupted. "Look, I'm not targeting you and that should be enough for you to get off of my back, right?"

"No it ain't, because my buddy Jo and you are still fighting with each other when the Rats should be running this!"

"Should have thought about that before voting out DJ," Quentin replied. "How's that for sha-food for sha-thought?"

Quentin stomped away from the conversation leaving his half eaten plate and Lightning looking stunned.

Confessional, Lightning

Come on man! I get that we're supposed to be allied but a good captain always gotta look out for his wayward members. Even the stubborn ones. And what is Quentin sha-thinking? He ain't the only one who lost one of his main numbers. You know what, I've gotta be my own man, I'm still sticking out for my team but I've gotta make the hail mary plays for the game winning touchdown.

Jo closed the door to the gym and wandered into the kitchen where Mike and Lindsay were back to back making drinks. "Yo could I work my way in for some gulps?" Jo asked.

"I'm almost done," Lindsay and Mike replied at the same time. "You can take my spot. Okay…you need to stop doing that… you can stop now…"

"Whatever," Jo sighed. "I can grab my own food."

Mike and Lindsay shared a glance as they grabbed their cups, nodding as they passed each other by.

Jo took a seat in front of Violet, where a small tray of eggs was in front of the two of them. Violet idly played with a sugar packet and barely paid Jo any mind. "Hey!" Jo shouted, shocking Violet out of her stupor.

"Hi Jo," Violet calmly replied. "I'm focused today. Gwen could have joined the two of us and likely would have, but then she had to get idoled out."

"Them's the breaks little Miss Plumcake. Do you know who else knows about our deal?" Jo stabbed into a piece of hard boiled egg as she looked at Violet.

"Not that I know of," Violet mentioned. "I think that Mike and Lindsay know more than they let on but I don't think they know about our deal. It's easy for me not to talk to Quentin and Lightning but I don't know what they're doing."

"And tubby?" Jo asked.

Violet looked hurt for a moment before she composed herself. "Owen wouldn't be influenced by our deals. He'd probably try to join us if you'd let him. He can be our extra number if we need it."

"Good assessment. Ugh, these eggs weren't enough. Love to chat more but I need to get my electrolytes. See if we can confirm Owen on our side huh Periwinkle?"

Violet gave a grunt of affirmation as she stabbed into a particularly hard egg. Jo stood up to the table as Violet turned to a nearby camera and winked, Jo oblivious behind her.

Confessional, Violet

Although my affinity with Jo is high, her affinity with the other campers is quite low. Which makes her almost a liability to my party in a sense. Other than challenges she doesn't bring a whole lot to the table that I don't already supply.

"Attention campers, breakfast time is over, and the challenge will begin at the junkyard!" Chris announced through the loudspeakers placed throughout camp.

Instead of the usual relatively complacent moods the campers were still relatively terse with each other.

"Today, campers, we bring you back to the junkyard that is affectionately known as Go-Kart Ally. The interns have set up an obstacle course where you need to drive your vehicles through. And you're gonna need to use the rubbish from this alley to fly."

"That's ridiculous! Another junkyard episode, Chris you're getting old," Mike griped.

"Well you don't have to participate….but then you'd forget about…THIS!" Chris held up the briefcase full of a million dollars.

"Money…" Mike stared at the case. "Removing…all…common…sense…and…fear of danger!"

With a sudden gasp, Mike suddenly stood up straighter. "Nyet, tis my money!" Svetlana pranced away.

"It's mine you faker!" Jo said as she pushed Svetlana aside.

"Oh it sure as fuck ain't ending up with you," Quentin yelled.

"I can take it!" Owen cheerfully mentioned.

"Sorry Owen, but you've got that wrong! It's mine!" Violet exclaimed.

"Hey I stand as good a chance at that dough as anyone else," Lindsay indignantly said.

"It belongs to sha-me!" Lighting shouted.

"HEY!" Chris whistled. "You're going to draw a card that says what flying machine you need to fly through the course. Construct it from the trash here and FLY! Is that so hard to say?"

"No it isn't," the campers all said some variation of the phrase.

Confessional, Lightning

Everyone's been thinking hard about how to get ahead in the game but the truth is, Lightning's gotta step up his game, Immunity is the only guarantee and now that Quentin got rid of that stupid Chris thing there's only one way to get it and that's to win. Anyway, I'm–

Confessional, Violet

-gonna whoop–

Confessional, Quentin

-everyone else and–

Confessional, Mike

-take home that–

Confessional, Lindsay

-million dollars–

Confessional, Violet

-for myself!

Confessional, Owen

And it'll be sweet!

"Demonstrating what's going to happen if you don't make an airworthy vessel is today's sole cameo, the third placer of Island-"

"HOW DO I STOP THIS CRAZY THING?!" the cameo screeched as she paraglided in.

The campers and Chris all dove out of the way as Heather made an unfortunate crash landing in the circle they had all made during the challenge debrief. "HEATHER!" Chris announced.

"Ugh, stupid contract," she dusted herself off. "When you told me to aim for the circle I didn't think you meant that crater!"

"Crater Shmater," Chris rolled his eyes. "Heather's going to be referring with me and Chef and Dakota from our very own Milton Brand Blimp, designed by yours truly!"

The campers were suddenly made aware of the obstacle course on the water. It looked to be rather high and rather shoddily made. An extra medic team of several dolphins, two wooly beavers, and three humans were on a boat. They looked at the obstacle course with a bit of fear as a hoop that they were supposed to fly through collapsed into the water. "Line up everyone, grab your assigned flying machine!" Chris suddenly procured a deck of cards.

Lightning was the first to pick a card from his hand. "A helicopter?"

"Hot air balloon," Jo tilted her head.

"A plane?!" Mike worriedly asked.

"Rocket….sweet," Violet smiled.

"Huh? A Bird? How do you build a living thing?" Lindsay flipped her card over.

"A backpack…with fire?" Owen inquired.

"That's a jetpack," Violet chimed in.

"Oh a drone," Quentin noted.

"Now that you have your assignment, good luck!" Chris announced as he and Chef wandered off.

While the campers ran into Go-kart alley, Dakota pulled aside Heather, showing something on her communicator.

Confessional, Heather

Sure I'm a little angry at myself, but this…oh this is going to be perfect.

"You know, I'm beginning to wonder if Mister Milton built a weather drone, this entire island has been pretty nice, and we're just now getting good weather?" Violet skeptically asked Owen. "But enough of that, we need to get our flying machines. What kind of machines are these?"

Owen looked at his sketch again. "I dreamed about this before…but I don't remember…"

"Well it's a start," Violet sighed. "Let's try to stick together, okay?"

"Sounds…good," Owen cheered. The two suddenly split apart when a giant pole fell between the two of them. "I don't think we can use that for us."

"No, well, maybe it's better if we split off…" Violet mused. "I'll see if I can find anything for you."

"Same here…" Owen said as he took a deep breath.

In another portion of the junkyard Quentin looked around a trash pile to see several mutants in yet another poker game. Fang pulled out his phone and showed his poker buddies twelve photos of his date. The others nodded in approval. The giant crab used during the fashion challenge threw a giant bottle of soda behind him. It exploded and flew into Quentin's trash pile.

Dodging and rolling away from the falling debris a look of realization suddenly came on his face. "That could work actually," he smiled. Before he could put his thoughts together a metal fan fell on his head. "Fornication under the consent of the king…"

Mike and Lindsay peered around the same pole on opposite sides. "Jo needs that chair," Mike pointed out. "And Owen needs that tube."

"So we hide it underneath that old gondola…and prevent them from finding it?"

"Actually…I need that gondola…" Mike mentioned. "You aren't going to hide it from me are you?"

"No?" Lindsay tilted her head. "If I made a move then one of the others would disrupt it anyways. Besides, I need to look for birds."

"Well, good luck," Mike said as he walked towards the gondola.

Lindsay thought for a moment before she grabbed a piece of pink sheet metal. "I can work with this, and so can Mike… I guess I have to be selfish…"

Elsewhere, Jo climbed to the top of a giant pile and looked around. She put her hand to her chin with a thoughtful glance. Her eyes settled on something off in the distance but as she made her way towards it she took a nasty tumble.

"FUCK! SHIT! ASS! TITS!" she cursed on her way down the hill.

Hearing her fall, Lightning took a moment to stop wrestling a giant fan from out of the pile and rushed up to her, softening her fall when she landed on him. "Thanks Flash," Jo genuinely thanked.

"No problem…" Lightning said from underneath Jo. "Can you get off of me now?"

"Sorry sport," Jo said. "Now where was that thing? I need it to keep my immunity streak up!"

"Gee you're really in that much of sha-danger?"

"Obviously," Jo snorted.

Mike wracked his head as he thought long and hard about how to build his plane. Yeah he already got the body of the plane but the wings and the motor were going to be another animal in their entirety. He needed to think…but not too hard to trigger Chester or Vito or-

"What was it that Uncle Vincent said about the motor? It just needs to spin and be electric?" Mike sudden;y thought. "And that you can cut it up?"

Mike looked around and saw piles of metal from the blown up yacht from the beginning of the season all around. "Now I can actually work with this… if only I had a-"

As he thought aloud he tripped backwards over a hacksaw, the very same from the opening challenge. "I guess this'll do…if only I'm strong enough.

Elsewhere, Violet and Owen had split up. Owen didn't quite know what to do but he saw Quentin peering at the off duty mutants. Fang let out a mighty burp that sent one of his partners flying. The mutants laughed as Quentin walked up to them. Somehow Quentin left with eight two liter bottles of Diet Root beer and several handfuls of mentos.

Owen stroked his chin as he too walked over to the mutants. "Hi there!" he cheerfully greeted. The mutants looked at him confused, Fang almost eying him as though he were a piece of meat. "I saw what you did for Quentin so I wonder if you all can help me out. I want to make a jetpack btu I don't-"

The giant crab threw a bag of chips at Owen as if to shoo him off. The crab and Fang shared an annoyed glance at each other before they continued with their high stakes betting. "Well, thanks," Owen said as he opened the bag, eating it as he watched the mutants continue betting. The crab again threw a giant bag of chips once Owen's chewing became unbearable. Owen let out a small toot and the nearby plant breathed a little bit of fire next to it while the crab threw five bags of chips.

Confessional, Owen

Can't say much but when mutants don't like your smell…

Somehow it hurts.

Lindsay crested one of many trash hills as she skirted Jo and LIghtning racing towards a seat for their machines. "I am so using my million dollars to buy better detergent," she complained. "There's so many tacky clothes here. I can't fly like that."

She looked below her to see a pile of clothing from the fashion challenge. "Tacky, but it'll be something cool, right?" She half expected an answer from the mutated seagull next to her. "Maybe I am just a dumb blond. Look at me, talking to a feathery bird-"

"HEY!" LIndsay suddenly shouted. The seagull leaped into action and ran away. "COME BACK!" Lindsay raced after the bird.

Violet looked through trash pile after trash pile. She grabbed a crowbar off of the ground and used it to wrench open a hole in the nearest pile. As she managed to make a size that she could coral through she placed her hands on her hips and smiled to herself. "Yo Violet," she suddenly heard a voice behind her.

CLANG!

"OWWW!" Mike griped. "Damn kid."

"Sorry Mike."

"My name is Chester whippersnapper! Namby pamby mamby sissy that mike is…." Chester grumbled. "Why is he even carrying this metal sheet? And this hacksaw? Back in my day we just needed our teeth. You know what- you might as well show some respect and cut this piece for me."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because you hit me over the head with a crowbar! Back in my day we only did that to union representatives and scabs. Not like a little pansy like you could cut it anyway. Bah!"

Violet looked off as Chester staggered off, hitting his foot against a rock. Violet winced as Chester kept kicking the rock in frustration before finally throwing the hacksaw at a group of mutant seagulls. Seeing the birds starting to fly she dove into the hole in the trash she made as she heard Chester, Owen, Lindsay, and LIghtning being chased by the seagulls, feathers flying everywhere.

When the danger was gone, Violet collapsed the arch of a trash heap to reveal a giant engine. "Milton Industries Private Jet. How big is their jet? Maybe I can just use this for the rocket."

The birds had begun to attack Owen and Lightning while Lindsay and Chester separated from each other. Chester took a deep breath as he looked around. "Where am I?"

"That's my line!" Lindsay replied indignantly, holding a bunch of feathers in her hands. "Ugh, I lost that metal, that would have been so helpful!"

"Well umm, good luck?" Mike hesitated.

"You too. You better get going Mike, I think Quentin's almost done with his. And Jo for that matter. Don't know about the others."

Confessional, Mike

I really need to stay focused! FOCUS! FOCUS! FOCUS! ARGH!

Quentin piled his supplies into a surprisingly intact tote bag. Meanwhile, Jo grabbed some tape she found on the ground that was still sticky enough to maintain weight. She tested it for a moment before she smirked, satisfied. Quentin walked around a pile just as Jo clapped to herself. "Alright!" Jo cheered.

"Excuse me," Quentin said brusquely. "I need to get going….Jo."

"Quentin," Jo said snidely as she stepped out of the way.

The two stared at each other as they looked at their items. "I don't think you have anything I need," Quentin said out loud.

"Well neither do you," Jo said.

The two stood at an awkward silence. "See you," the two said.

Confessional, Jo

If that army brat wanted this tape he would have to kick me into Fang's portapotty and force me to drink his waste before I would give anything up.

Confessional, Quentin

If that dumb jockette wanted anything from my pile she would have to drag me through the dirt and make me eat coffee grounds before I would give anything up.

Jo's passing by a giant trash pile that soon collapsed signaled the start of a montage. With a guitar strumming that sounded similar to a certain guitarist from last season playing in the background the first camper shown, Violet, adhered a seat from a car to the top of her engine. She clapped her hands until she realized that her hands were stuck.

Mike bent over a piece of metal with a frustrated groan and broke it in half. As he rubbed his head he suddenly noticed a tear in his shirt. Panicking, he taped it over with some duct tape he found. Satisfied, he walked over to his plane again only to see someone had cut a bizarre symbol in it.

Quentin carefully set his sodas on a small platform made of a bed frame and cushions. He put his hands out to prevent them from moving until one of them suddenly exploded over his face. Groaning, he continued with his drone;s construction.

Owen looked at his weird set of supplies in front of him and found a piece of paper to doodle. Surprised, he also found a set of crayons. After sniffing one of them, he started to draw an adorable but immature sketch.

Lindsay picked out several feathers and put them in her hair. She took a moment to twirl before spinning around and crashing into the rest of her feathers.

Lightning touched a piece of metal and jumped back when he suddenly received a static shock. Cautiously, he walked up to it again and touched it again. Getting no shock, he grabbed the metal and was suddenly launched away. He frowned as he threw a piece of rubber that bounced back into his face.

Jo wrested another piece of metal from a junkpile nearby. She had punctured a hole in her wheelchair and the wheelchair flew away. She started running to grab it.

A louder guitar strum signaled the end of the montage. "Almost-GOT IT!" Violet cheered, her cheers heard by the other campers. She pulled a lever on her flying machine to summon a giant suction. Behind her, Lindsay was trying to hold much of her feathers in place while a nearby Mike was holding onto his sheet metal and Lightning was digging his feet into the ground. The rocket took off and stopped right next to Chris.

"And with that, Violet has completed her machine first! Now let's wait for the rest of the campers!"

Violet's rocket was the remnant of a giant engine with a char affixed to the top. There were several igniting mechanisms connected to the elevated machines. She stood next to the machine with a look of pride as she waited for the rest of the campers.

Coming up next, Jo had finally inflated her hot air balloon and was holding onto it as she walked over to Chris and Violet. "Read 'em and weep. This baby will hit new heights." The camera zoomed in on the wheelchair before panning up to the lantern and going up to the balloon where a number 1 was emblazoned on.

Shortly after her, Mike- or Vito as it were- dragged his plane into the open. It was a small thing, only about ten feet long with just as long a wingspan, and the seats were made from the remnant of a canoe with the metal being made of a rather rough set of metal sheets. A shark tooth was on the wing in a weird hole. Vito rested on the plane before a passing Lindsay suddenly draped him in a bunch of fabric she didn't use. Mike suddenly emerged dressed in his usual wear. "What happened?"

"Nothing important," Lindsay said as she started to strut down a small path made by the cameras. She spun with her feathers to create something of a rainbow allusion. She strutted back and waited for the rest.

Owen showed up next holding his jetpack like a backpack with only one strap on his shoulder. He popped something small in his mouth and let out a small toot that amplified and sent him up three feet before falling down. "I guess it works."

"That's something," Lightning said as he walked up. He pushed his helicopter from a giant fan that he used as a base into the gathering group of campers. It was then that he revved the engine and sent the helicopter flying five feet.

"Tch," Quentin said as he, the last one to arrive, simply took his spot next to Mike and Lindsay. "wAste your efforts and stop showing your advantage." His drone was under his arms and his propellant was on his back similar to Owen.

"Now that everyone is here, Violet gets the advantage for the second part of the challenge. Here!"

From off screen Chef threw a machine with a handle on the top

"Alright campers! Now," Chris said as he twirled the keys to the Milton blimp. "Today we're going to see you race through the obstacle course all at the same time with your flying machine. All for the taste of-flying high in the sky.-Heather if you would?"

The campers looked idly as Heather walked next to Chris, holding the briefcase of a million dollars in her hands. She twirled it quite handily before suddenly beaning Chris in the back of his head. The campers winced as Chris fell to the ground and the keys flew out of his hand. "FUCK YOU CHRIS!" Heather shouted as she plucked the keys from the air and ran into the blimp, setting it in the air as the others were helpless to watch.

The campers ran over to Chris as he tumbled on the ground. The host dusted himself off as he ran to Chef, helping the bigger co-host up. Dakota whispered something into her phone and shut it off, joining the growing crowd as they looked at Heather flying away.

"She took Mister Milton's blimp!" Violet shouted.

"Don't care," Chris replied.

"And the money!" Jo complained.

"So what?" Chris retorted.

"Isn't your master's thesis on that blimp?" Lindsay asked innocently. "Next to your gemmies?"

"MY THESIS! MY GEMMIES!" Chris screamed as he raced after the blimp. Before he could make much progress he fell into a sudden pitfall.

"New challenge!" Chef said as he thrust the fog machine into Violet's hands. "Get the money from Heather! She went crazy! GET HER!"

"That's a sexist term but okay," Violet rolled her eyes.

"No time for feminism, let's go!" Lightning jumped into his helicopter.

Chef glanced at the campers scrambling into their flying machines before he noticed Dakota fiddling with something on her phone. "Calling paparazzi?" Chef asked.

"No, just confirming with Daddy that the plan is staying on track. Now I'm placing an order for pizza. Shouldn't take too long even if we have-"

"Just get me my mushrooms," Chef griped.

"Heard," Dakota bit back.

Confessional, Lightning

So am I the only one who thinks this is staged? I love a good competition as much as the next guy but there's no way that Chris doesn't know.

Confessional, Dakota

Daddy's still mad at Chris for splitting up that marshmallow. So yeah, this is real.

"Let's ride!" Lightning jumped onto his helicopter as he took off towards the Milton blimp. Just behind him Lindsay took a running start before jumping on a trampoline, flying through the air and landing on LIghtning's helicopter. "Oh come on you better-"

"That's the plan!" Lindsay said as she jumped again, only to plummet onto an old couch. "That could have gone a lot worse," Lindsay commented. When she stepped off of the couch it suddenly sprung to life and exploded into many bits. Lindsay picked up some of the springs remaining and started to investigate. "Maybe…"

Further behind, Violet was climbing up her rocket as she noticed Owen eating some random food. "Why food?" Violet asked.

"Well, I need to get my fuel. I couldn't find stuff that was good enough in the junkyard so I made a stop at the mess hall,' Owen said as he bit into some meat.

"Good luck with that," Violet said as she pulled the lever. "I'll see you up in the AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-"

Owen looked at the site where the rocket once was with a confused glance.

Confessional, Violet

…you know I thought this was going to fly like team Star Fox but now I'm just feeling like Banjo and Kazooie. In the third game I should say.

"See ya later slowpoke!" Jo cackled as she pushed Mike into the ground. She took a seat in her hot air balloon and pulled the lever to turn on the burners and lanterns. "LET'S RISE!"

Mike dusted himself off of the ground and watched as Jo's hoodie caught on fire. "Jo you're-"

"Gonna kick your ass!" she taunted as she slowly rose up.

"BURNING!" Lindsay said as she ran past the two of them springs on her shoes.

Jo looked behind her and grabbed her hoodie, only to drop it. "OW! FUCK! HELP!"

Mike and LIndsay helplessly watched as she rolled on the ground in an effort to douse the fire. "You better get in your plane. I'm still trying to get a good runway."

"Agreed," Mike said as LIndsay split off, jumping off of her shoes and flying high enough to glide straight into the water.

Confessional, Lindsay

Now I know why runways are usually well lit for models. And planes. Do planes model shoes? That'd be cool.

Properly prepared, Owen entered a wide but stable stanced as he took in a deep breath. As he did so an unceremonious toot came from his butt. It soon gave way to a loud fart as he used his fart molecules, propelled at an almost unholy speed, as he soon took to the skies, stopping for a moment to take a breath. "Man, I underestimated how much force this would take…"

He looked above him to see the blimp descending over the lake, almost goading the contestants to get to the blimp. The current closest person to the blimp was Lightning, with Jo at an altitude high above the football player, and Violet zooming off in the background, her faint screams heard as he continued to waft. "LET'S GET BLASTING!" Owen said as he propelled himself just a little farther.

Back on the ground, Quentin stared at Lindsay emerging out of the water. "Surprised those wings held," Quentin commented.

"I put non-stick spray on them. Oil is supposed to make me fly better through the air."

"Well you do you," Quentin said as he shook up one of his bottles of soda. "You might wanna back-"

He was suddenly knocked off balance when Mike's plane started to kick into high gear. The anxious teen was clad in an aviator cap but underneath a small fedora could be seen. "BYE BYE WALLABIES!" Manitoba cackled.

Lindsay held up her hands in front of her face as Quentin started to fly uncontrollably, spraying soda and ascending fifteen feet into the air as he tried to right himself. "Okay…take…whatever…" Lindsay sighed as she tried again to get a proper runup.

Confessional, Quentin

I get that Mike has that…thing…but…ARGH!

Confessional, Mike

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HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT STUPID HAT HAD A FEDORA IN IT?!

Lightning was some three hundred feet away from the opening of the blimp when he suddenly felt a giant weight hop onto the fan. "OWEN YOU LARDASS!"

"I need… I need…." Owen started breathing heavily.

"YOU NEED TO GET OFF!" Lightning said as they started losing distance and altitude. "JUST DROP!"

"Drop?" Owen looked around. "Oh god we're-"

"NOT THAT HIGH UP! IF YOU AIN'T GONNA MOVE THEN YOU'RE GONNA GET THE SHA-SHOVE!"

Owen let out a nervous fart and that caused the helicopter to tilt. With a hapless scream Lightning flailed as he suddenly found himself falling into Mike's plane. "MIKEY!" Lightning shouted almost gleefully.

"Ugh, stowaways, just 'bout how those rabbit fuckers got onto the-"

"None of that sha-shit mikey," Lightning said as he took the hats off of Mike.

"Where am I?" Mike asked as he suddenly looked around, taking his hands off of the controls.

"WE'RE FLYING!"

"Oh…" Mike said as he tried again to right the plane. "Where's the-"

"RIGHT OVER THERE! FLY MIKEY FLY!"

Inside the blimp, Heather steeled her nerves as she righted the blimp once more. She glanced out the window as she allowed herself to let out a maniacal laugh, throwing her hands up in the air and turning her head to the ceiling in a bit of manic glee. She kicked the case just behind the wheel as she suddenly heard something whizzing around. She heard another metal machine clank behind her as fog started to fill the room. "Huh?"

Outside the blimp, Violet landed a lucky shot. She cheered as her rocket suddenly lurched and she fell out of the air and into the water. As she plummeted into the depths she looked to see Fang activating a waterproof machine that caused a lot of bubbles to form. Confused, she floated to the surface and avoided a stray bit of metal thrown from the blimp.

Confessional, Fang

The mutated shark is holding up cute drawings that explain what he's doing. One drawing shows that if people fall from a high height they are likely to get injured. Another drawing showed that bubbles helped create softer water for people to fall into. Another drawing showed lawyers happy as money was kept in a briefcase.

Now commandeering Lightning's makeshift helicopter. Owen was trying his best to pedal but he was slowly losing altitude. Heather continued throwing stuff out as fog continued to expel itself through the open entryways of the blimp. Mike and Lightning started to swerve in their plane as they tried to get closer and closer to the blimp's entryway. "Prepare for me to jump!" Lightning said as they closed the gap.

The two noticed Jo getting closer and closer with her balloon but she was still a fair bit away. Further still was Quentin but he was dragging a flapping Lindsay before throwing her forward. Quentin opened another bottle of soda and shook it up to fly higher. "We have to get above because I have to bail out!" Mike panicked. "I need to make an-"

Mike suddenly gasped. "OLYMPIC LEVEL JUMP! AND THIS TIME I'M OBVIOUSLY WANTED BY THE SUBTIER ATHLETES I'M ASHAMED TO CALL MY HOST!"

Owen suddenly gained a burst of speed as he avoided a thrown stuffed beaver. By doing so he created a perfect resting platform for the flapping Lindsay as she suddenly gained in speed. Her jumping off threw Owen off balance and he slowly fell to the ground. "Oh man…" Owen bemoaned.

Lindsay flew the closest to the door only to be hit with two pieces of metal. Her mind not in the right place, she grabbed the metal and started falling. As she fell a thick document was thrown at her. While she fell, Lindsay took a glance at the reading on the laminated documents. "The survival of Wooly Beavers and the effects on the Wawanakwa macro ecosystem by M.S. candidate Christopher Mclean?"

"TIME TO JUMP!" Svetlana commanded as the plane got closer.

"Mike you need to-"

Lightning's warning couldn't stop Svetlana from jumping out of the pilot's seat and leaping into the plane. "Sha-Dang it!"

Lightning climbed over the seats as he commandeered the plane. Also encroaching on the blimp were Jo and Quentin. "UP YOURS RAINBOW BRAT!"

"EAT A CACTUS AND CHOKE YOU STUPID JOCK!" Quentin fired back.

Lightning struggled and rose the plane as high as he could before it was some fifty feet above the entrance to the blimp. On the other side, Jo bailed from her hot air balloon and piled into the blimp. She coughed as she started fanning the fog away. As a bit started to clear up Jo caught sight of Svetlana expertly dodging most of the throws of commodities by Heather. Confused, she grabbed a small ball bearing and threw it at Svetlana, who gasped and suddenly turned into mike. "What-"

Before he could ask a question Heather threw a pillow at him. "HEY!"

On the other side Lightning successfully timed his jump into the blimp while Quentin was doing the same. The fog started to clear a little faster as they noticed the case in the middle. All five started to rush for the case and ended up in a tangle of brawling limbs and spit and sweat. "IT'S MINE!"

Before any could make any progress Violet's still flying rocket crashed into the main inflated portion of the blimp. A loud lurch caused the campers to split up as Heather very quickly ran to the front of the blimp, righting it as the fall started to happen. "MY MONEY!" she shouted even as her hair flew wildly and she struggled to regain her balance. With a loud groan the blimp lurched forward and rolled onto its side. Heather's heel broke as she rolled into Mike haplessly. The two spiraled out of the blimp.

"You planned that, didn't you?" Mike asked Heather.

"Yeah, it was fun," Heather said with a small smile.

Back in the blimp, Lightning, Jo, and Quentin struggled to regain their balance as the case flew out of their hands and landed on the floor. As they all struggled to gain a grip, Lightning fell out of the blimp first. Jo and Quentin looked at each other with a glance as the blimp again tilted back. The case slid on the ground and both made a grab to it.

Another lurch sent the two of them back. Jo fell out of the blimp as Quentin strained to grip onto the opening. WHile he pulled himself up, the case whacked him in the face and he fell out. He held the case close to his body as he plummeted to the water below.

"OH THE HUMANITY!" Owen cried as the blimp sunk into the lake of Camp Wawanakwa. Grabbing onto the debris, he noticed all around as his fellow contestants fell to the water with large splashes. "Now what?" he asked once the campers were all floating at about the same level.

Dakota, Chris, and Chef pulled up in a motor boat, Chris holding his thesis and gemmies possessively. "My stuff…" Chris lamented.

"Okay… so…" Dakota started. "Because Quentin got the objective, the case of money, he's the one to win immunity. If we're judging based on distance, Quentin, Lindsay, and Violet have the highest.."

"Can I add that Mike had my favorite design? Does that give him anything?" Heather asked from the water.

"It adds nothing," Chris said as he curled around his possessions. "But good job Mike. And a bigger congrats to Quentin! He's safe tonight!"

"Woo-hoo," Quentin tiredly cheered. Dakota pulled the boat next to him and plucked the million out.

"As for the lot of you…well pile in. Heather, your boat will be here in a minute. See you around for dinner?"

"For sure," Heather nodded. "Let's go to that one hotel restaurant after the season finishes."

"You pay this time, daddy's allowance doesn't kick in until next month."

After Challenge

Dakota dropped the campers back off in Camp Wawanakwa. Owen sprinted off to the bathrooms. "Man, that boy cannot hold it," Quentin said loudly. "Well, I'm going air out and then I'll head inside. I'll meet you as I need to."

Confessional, Quentin

She is going DOWN!

Mike and Quentin sat down on a cabin bench and they stared out at the campsite Mike kicking his feet and Quentin sat completely still.

"Look Mike, I know I am a big target in this game. And I know my rivalry with Jo has probably been draining for most of you," Quentin explained, continuing to stare off into the distance.

"I'd be lying if it hadn't been, But you're immune now so you shouldn't have to stress."

"Yeah but like I still want to try and make something happen," Quentin said looking over to Mike who paused his leg swaying.

"Owen?" Mike asked.

"No, I finally want Jo gone," Quentin's knuckles turned a bit white as he gripped the bench.

"I feel like this is a dumb question but why?"

"She's been immune for two rounds straight and is an absolute thorn in everyone's side. And she's been somehow a major part in the last few votes."

"Jo does know a lot more than she maybe should." Mike pondered putting his hand to his chin.

"Probably because she has an alliance with someone, likely Violet if I had to wager."

"That makes sense, since everyone likes Violet pretty much."

"Yeah. And like I know I am not everyone's favorite. But I think cutting Jo just helps everyone have some peace of mind." Quentin said, earning a nod from Mike.

"I think it can get done, it'll be tough, but not impossible at all. We only need four votes."

"Lindsay I think would do it. And Owen seems like he won't want to keep someone that is that mean around."

"We have to leave Violet out probably. What about Lightning?"

"I don't think it matters if he knows or not. He's close with Jo, but I feel like he would let her go knowing we're done with her B.S."

"That makes sense." Mike said with a nod as Quentin got up to go find more people to talk to about the ceremony.

Confessional, Mike

Jo going makes a ton of sense. She's a challenge beast, and Jo going weakens Violet as well which is great for my plans!

"You ever consider working out, it could make you look even better than you do now," Jo encouraged as she jogged in place next to Violet who had her head buried in her console.

"No," Violet said, not even looking away from her console.

"Uh anyways… the vote…"

"Yeah. I mean we obviously can't vote Lindsay, and I assume you don't want to vote Lightning. And I think Owen isn't much of a threat," Violet explained, suddenly interested, pausing her game and looking towards Jo.

"Which just leaves Mike, since Quentin is immune."

"Yeah. I mean we're not really aligned with him really."

"I guess. I mean it does suck having to cut Mike given we were the last three off of that swap tribe. But I understand that's the position we're in at this point," Jo mused as she stopped jogging, looking a bit somber.

"Quentin going here is far more ideal. But we don't have much of a choice."

"Yeah, but gotta do what you gotta do to win."

Confessional, Jo

Quentin just HAD to win today and I know he'll be gunning for me. I don't really want to go for Mike. But I can't take out Lindsay or Owen, and Lightning is my closest ally other than Violet, so I don't have much of a choice.

Confessional, Violet
I didn't come here to make friends. I just made them along the way, but the priority is the money. And I'm not gonna be friendly with Jo just because of the deal we made. They're meant to be broken.

Mike, Lindsay, and Lightning had decided to meet up under the dock to get away from the other campers to discuss the vote.

"What're y'all sha-thinking?" Lightning said as he fiddled with the sand.

"Quentin came up to me earlier and suggested that we do Jo," Mike explained, leaning against one of the dock posts.

"Not Owen?" Lindsay asked, her voice coming off a little surprised.

"He wants to get Jo out for what she did to DJ, for him this is more of a personal vote than a strategic one.," Mike explained, folding his arms.

"That sha-makes sense. Lightning gets it."

"Yeah. I just worry that if we do boot Jo he's just going to try and force us to vote Owen next.." Lindsay explained, standing up from her sitting position, leaning against a wooden post.

"Yeah Quentin wanting to go for Jo here makes sense but he's just going to go for Owen again, unless he decides to just give that up," Mike said.

"Who sha-cares. If we sha-work together then we should be chilling at six" Lightning said sinking his hands into the sand.

"That's true. Are you guys cool locking in an alliance of three then? Violet is tight with Jo and Owen, and Quentin is by himself. If we vote Jo then we got a good shot at majority next round," Mike explained.

"I'm SHA-DOWN!" Lightning fist pumped.

"I'm good with it, I like you both and I'd love to work with you guys to the end!" Lindsay exclaimed.

"Alright that settles it then, we vote Jo and work together moving forward," Mike said.

Confessional, Lightning

I don't want to go for Jo, but I know she's pissed a lot of people off and I don't know if I can save her. I think Sha-Lightning just needs to let her go, I like this alliance and I understand why Quentin wants her out. Just sucky all around.

Confessional, Lindsay

I adore Mike and Lightning so being in an alliance with them seems so fun, but I just worry about my relationships with the others because I don't want to hurt anyone more than I have to you know.

Confessional, Mike

Hopefully this alliance carries me and gets me to the end and we can knock out all the threats. I just hope I'm not doing too little too late in this game.

Confessional, Lightning

You know what I sha-hate? Sand. It's so coarse, and rough and sha-nnoying.

As Mike walked away from the trio he bumped into Violet who dropped her gaming device and stared up at the lanky teen.

"Oh hey Mike I've been meaning to talk to you!" Violet said, a little more cheerful than usual.

"Oh? What's up?" Mike replied with a quizzical look crossing his face.

"Jo is looking to target you this round since Quentin is immune," Violet said as she bent over to grab her gaming device.

"I can't say I'm particularly surprised. She always seemed closer with the others."

"No I'm not either. But you should be fine. I don't want you gone, and I doubt anyone else does either," Violet said, staring back down at her console.

'That's good to hear. Would it just be unanimous on Jo then?"

"I think Lightning would be hesitant but I don't think he could do anything to stop it if I'm honest."

"Right. So likely a six to one or five to two vote." Mike paused. "By chance do we know if the idol is rehidden at all?"

"No. But I wouldn't be shocked if it is. But I feel like they would have told us if it was as part of a game mechanics explanation."

"Probably. But you can never be too sure. What's our plan after this?"

"Pray Quentin doesn't win immunity."

"Lightning can probably beat him, he's been doing well at most challenges."

"Probably. I'll talk to you later!"

Confessional, Mike

Welp I have my excuse to vote Jo now

Confessional, Violet

Best way to get someone to vote with you? Just say the other person is targeting them. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

"Lindsay, do you have a moment to talk?" Jo asked the blonde bombshell as she strolled around the nature around the camp that was unaffected by the waste.

"Yeah of course Jo! What's up?" Lindsay asked.

"I know Quentin is going after me so I'm hoping to gather some votes against Mike," Jo stated bluntly.

Lindsay paused for a moment. "Yeah Quentin is going for you, and it's picking up steam. I don't know if you can be saved honestly."

"But with you, plus Owen and Violet we can pull the numbers."

"Violet turned on you Jo."

"No. I don't believe it."

"She has Jo, I'm sorry, but I don't know what else to tell you."

"I… I appreciate the honesty, but with that being said, would you vote Violet at all?"

"Maybe, but you'd need to get Mike and Lightning locked in, and Violet has Mike convinced that you're locked in on him."

"Ugh, fricking Violet that snake."

"I'm really sorry Jo," Lindsay said, putting a hand on Jo's shoulder.

"It's not your fault Lindsay. If I can get the numbers would you vote with me?"

"If you get the numbers I will."

Confessional, Jo

That backstabber. I don't know if I can get Violet out but she is dead to me.

Confessional, Lindsay

I don't know if telling Jo was the right move, but I feel like it was the right thing to do

"Hey Vi, do you have a moment?" Owen asked somewhat somberly as the pair sat in the Mess Hall. Owen had a big plate of food in front of him, some of it falling off.

"Yeah what's going on Big O?"

"I was wondering if we could vote off Jo?" Owen asked in between massive bites of his food, crumbs going everywhere.

"I think some people were considering that, why Jo?"

"She's just been incredibly mean lately and I just don't want someone like that to stick around in the game you know."

"Yeah I understand that completely," Violet replied, deeply invested in her game as she skillfully dodged Owen's crumbs.

"I just want the good guys to get as far as possible. What she did to Quentin and DJ just wasn't cool you know. And it's just been weighing heavy on me."

"Yeah I get it O, don't worry I'll help you take her out."

Confessional, Owen

Jo has been a bit of a meanie lately, and I just don't think those people deserve to make it to the end. I do like everyone here, but I like Mike and Lindsay more than Jo, I'm glad Violet understands.

Jo and Lightning were sitting down on the bench with Jo having her head in her hands.

"What do you mean I'm going home?" Jo exclaimed in disbelief.

"Violet and Owen have Sha-betrayed you. I'm sorry I can't do anything to help you."

"I know it isn't your fault Brightening but I really thought I could make it to the end, but right when I put my full trust into Violet she turned around and screwed me."

"I get it, it's a tough pill to swallow, but at least you're not getting blindsided.."

"I guess. I know I wasn't a good ally and I betrayed some people but I really thought Violet and I were friends."

"I get it Jo. I sha-get it."

"Like who the hell does she think she is! I turned on my own allies to help her! I was so loyal to her! And for what?!" Jo yelled her arms thrown up in the air in frustration.

"I'm sorry Jo."

"I just don't get it! What did I do wrong!?"

"Just got unlucky. I don't think there was much you could've done," Lighting comforted.

"Thank you for sticking by me. If I can't get Violet out I'll just vote for her and burn her on the way out."

"I'll vote with you. I sha-know it doesn't mean much but you were a good ally and rival."

"I appreciated that."

Confessional, Jo

This stinks.

Confessional, Lightning

Sha-Lightning hates this man. I hate betraying people that I'm close to. It ain't right.

"The votes are in place for Jo, Violet's not gonna get the most," Lindsay told Quentin as they cleaned water bottles.

"Good, at least one thing can go right in this merge," Quentin sighed. "Then we can cut Owen after she goes home."

Lindsay took a pause as she held a smaller water bottle up. "But Owen functions as an extra number for all of us."

"Come on Linds, you can't be swayed by his charms," Quentin sighed. "He voted DJ and went against all the plans we had. The numbers don't lie with Owen's head, it's his stomach! I can't play with a guy like that. We're technically at odds because of the idol play."

"Don't you think it's a little too excessive?" Lindsay turned off the sink.

"It's just not fair," Quentin growled. "Bad enough Mike and his multiplicity is gaining power in this game. He voted for DJ too, i'm not forgetting that, but principles come before immunity, and Owen in the end is an absolute nightmare. I can't think right with Owen in this game."

Confessional, Lindsay

Ugh Quentin why can't you just accept that Owen is here in the game. It's been almost three rounds now! (She counts on her fingers)

Confessional, Quentin

Why is everyone so protective of Owen? It makes absolutely zero sense to me. He got a free pass to the merge, that isn't fair!

Elimination Ceremony

"Welcome back campers to yet another Elimination Ceremony where one of you will become the third member of our jury. Tonight seven will become six as you vote off yet another camper. With Quentin immune after he was saved by an idol last time it seems you guys don't have an easy scapegoat. With that said I have only six marshmallows here, to the one that gets the toxic marshmallow you'll have to get out of here!"

"The first one safe tonight is… Quentin, obviously," Chris said and threw the marshmallow to Quentin.

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Owen," Chris said as Quentin glared at the fat boy.

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"... and Lightning…." Lightning fumbled his marshmallow and worriedly glanced at Jo, Mike, and Violet.

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"Now, Mike, Jo, and Violet, you all remain. Mike, you've been the topic of conversation for paranoia, annoyance, and fecklessness. Jo, you've been the center of conversation because you're too strong for the others and you're kind of a jerk. Violet, again you remain in the bottom three because of your dealings. Now the question is… how many received votes? Well, you can speculate that, but Mike, you remain in the game."

Mike caught his marshmallow with an anxious gasp as he ran to join the safe campers. "Violet, Jo, you two remain with the most votes."

Violet stood stoic as Chris gestured with the marshmallow.

A look of anger slowly appeared on Jo's face as Chris hovered the marshmallow closer and closer to the two of them. As if the numbers were adding up, Jo turned to the remaining campers with a spiteful, angry glare.

"And the person receiving the toxic marshmallow of loserdom….

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JO!"

"I KNEW IT!" Jo jumped up, avoiding the marshmallow. "You're nothing but a two timing double crossing dickwad!"

"It's a game Jo!" Violet said eerily calmly.

"We had a deal!"

"And that deal is broken," Violet said as she grabbed her marshmallow. "I was in the bottom two with you, obviously you broke it! This is individual, and any person worth their salt knows that there's a time and place in this game to hold and break deals!"

"Sha-hold on, you shook on it?!" Lightning interjected. "What's the deal with that?"

"Lavender gave me the immunity last episode in exchange for no votes, obviously that didn't work!" Jo glared.

"How do you know I voted for you anyway? We were just the last two. For all I know I could have voted for Mike."

"You voted for me?" Mike asked.

"And that's even worse!" Lightning mentioned. "Because he's a more worthy athlete than you and we got rid of Jo."

"And that's why we need to! Feelings aside you want to win, and I want to win, and that's why Jo had to go!"

"Oh you're in for it," Jo turned to Violet. Before she could make an advance Chef grabbed her and threw her on his shoulder.

The camera shifted to Jo pouting in the catapult's bucket. The others lined up on the dock to see the elimination go forward. "Man, this stinks," Lightning commented. "Sorry dude you had to go this way. I guess bromances are too good to be true at times."

"Bromance?" Jo asked. "Lightning, I'm a GIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLL!" She shouted as the catapult lever was pulled.

"Bromance?" Mike asked Lightning.

"You're still my buddy, don't worry Mikey. I'm sure Jo wouldn't mind, especially because she's a-GIRL?!"

"Yes, yes she is," Mike agreed placidly.

"Our Successful six remain after we drop antagonistic Jo today. Will Lightning ever get over the fact that Jo was a girl? Will Quentin carry his momentum forward? How will Violet navigate the bonds she built and may have destroyed? Can Lindsay keep being relevant? Will Owen lose relevance? Can Mike's plans finally get off of the ground? Find out on next episode of Total! Drama! Revenge of the Island!"

Dakota waited at the general area where the campers were launched. Bored, she opened her book and read another five pages before Jo splashed next to her. Hiding her book, Dakota rowed over and pulled Jo in, much to her objections. Once Dakota reminded the jock she had no idea where the playa was Jo slumped in the canoe.

Final Confessional, Jo

Violet sucks. I thought we had something but she just had to turn around and betray me right away for really no reason. Like what was even the point of lying since the idol was gone. I'm just incredibly frustrated because I know I could have won more immunities and I didn't even make the finale. I know that most people would be proud of themselves for making it this far but I just can't accept just seventh place I want to win. I have to vote for someone so COME ON LIGHTNING! COME ON MIKE! And to a lesser extent Quentin but it won't be a happy vote. But I'm on the jury now, and little miss gamer just burned away one jury vote.

Scenes from the Next Episode

"It's a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake, if the way is hazy, you gotta do the cooking by the book, you know you can't be lazy. Never use a messy recipe. The cake will end up crazy, if you do the cooking by the book, then you'll have a cake," Lindsay sang.

"BREAK IT DOWN BITCH! LET ME SEE YOU BACK IT UP!" Lightning started.

"DROP THAT ASS DOWN LOW THEN PICK THAT MOTHERFUCKER UP!" Mike joined in while Fang started doing the worm in the background.

"So you're saying-"

"That I am," Quentin said bluntly, interrupting Mike as he chewed into a piece of toast. "I'm staying strong with you and Lighting. I know Jo manipulated the two of you."

"Alright then we can vote out-"

"Violet/Owen," The two said at the same time.

"Owww…. I thought Cyanide led to happiness, not to burning…" Lindsay said.

"Lindsay you're holding a piece of butter," LIghtning pointed out.

"Is it exotic?"

"It's not a stripper is it?"

"No but it has a passport from the principality of Novoselic."

"Then it's a Novoselican Stripper. We should still treat it with respect."

Owen looked over the tray of sugar in front of him and started to roll some beignets. "The name beignets is such a funny word. I wonder if I can put a hat on it."

Looking down on the ground he found some cute looking mushrooms. "Oh that actually looks really cute. I hope they're edible."

Without thinking he popped one in his mouth. He burped rather quietly but his burp was directed in front of a microphone that suddenly buzzed out. "Maybe cute mushrooms aren't that good…"

Violet stirred up a storm and splattered batter everywhere else. "Wow, better than momma," she mentioned.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" Staci's mom suddenly wandered into frame. "I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT MY DAUGHTER STACI LOVES HER MOM'S COOKING! YOU'RE INSULTING! DISHONOR ON YOU! DISHONOR ON YOUR COW!"

A wooly beaver suddenly flung Staci's mom over its shoulder while she flailed. "FERGIE!"

Violet looked at the camera with a sigh. "I would have said Avril Lavigne but that's just cliche, you know?

Elimination Votes:

Jo: That sneaky, two timing, double crossing donut! She's gonna- they're idiots if they dont- Violet, count your days, because this is gonna be your next vote.

Lindsay: Obviously I'm gonna go for you, Jo, you started Quentin's spiral. And if it weren't for you DJ would still be in this game, and everyone would be so much happier. And now you're gonna end it.

Lightning: I'm not feeling too sha-good about this. All the numbers aren't mathing. It feels like sha-crap, but I've gotta vote for you Violet. I don't care if the numbers are there for Jo, he's my friend, and I won't vote him out this time.

Mike: Yeah, the numbers lie where they lie… I already stuck my neck out with that vote… and… now I'm gonna… now I'm gonna vote for you Jo. I didn't enjoy that vote and I'm not enjoying this one but this one is going to be much safer. Thanks for treating me like an athlete though.

Owen: After all that's been said, I'm going for Jo. I know Violet threw out everyone else's name but… Jo's mean.

Quentin: FINALLY! FUCKING FINALLY! The original plan would have kept us all safe in the end but you just had to screw things all the way up. You deserve every bit of karma up your butt. Have fun on the playa because you need to talk to DJ above all else. What I wouldn't give to be a fly on that wall. Owen can wait, and now it's bye-bye Jo!

Violet: Some deals aren't meant to last forever…especially deals made in the heat of the moment… and you know what… Jo, you would have had to go one way or another.

Review Replies:

Supersonicheroes: (rj here) Yeah the challenge was kind of an afterthought this time around since the real drama happened before an after like you said. Looks like Violet lost her sword and her shield by her own hand, hope you enjoy this development.

(Trygve): Well you were right about Jo she finally fell and it appears Violet cutting her loose gave her a bitter juror, and yeah we put more of a focus on the gameplay last chapter given the idol play we needed to make it big if you will.

LordGemini: (Rj here) Glad you enjoyed the episode overall especially as the elimination was somewhat unexpected. Yeah the last episode really built up and we think we had a big build up this episode around. Hope it was better.

(Trygve): I'm glad you overall enjoyed it. I do disagree that Gwen was dumb this season. I think she made some solid choices, like trying to work with Jaiden while also building an alliance with DJ, and building some cross team bonds. But she was just very very unlucky with losing Jaiden, and then DJ with little fault of her own and again she just was unlucky that her conversation was overheard after trying to rebound with Mike.

Author Notes

Eliminations

18th: Staci 8-1

17th: Max 7-1

RETURN: Owen 4-3-2

16th: Tyler 5-3

15th: Carmen 5-2

14th: Sierra 6-1

13th: Jaiden 3-3 (lost tiebreaker)

12th: Dawn 3-2-1

11th: B 4-1

10th: Carson 3-1

MERGE (Owen Returns here)

9th: DJ 3-2-1-1-1-1

8th: Gwen 4-3-1 (4 votes for Quentin negated by an idol)

7th: Jo 5-2

REMAINING CONTESTANTS:

Lindsay (Mutant Maggots to Toxic Rats, 5 team immunities, 0 individual immunities, 1 vote)

Lightning (Toxic Rats, 5 team immunities, 0 individual immunities, 5 votes)

Mike (Toxic Rats to Mutant Maggots, 4 team immunities, 0 individual immunities, 1 vote)

Owen (Mutant Maggots, 2 team immunities, 0 individual immunities, 5 votes)

Quentin (Toxic Rats, 5 team immunities, 1 individual immunities, 4 votes)

Violet (Mutant Maggots, 4 team immunities, 0 individual immunities, 4 votes)